Then, Charlotte saw the man who is always graceful in his actions suddenly eating with an almost ravenous hunger.
Hadn't he eaten? Then why did he say he didn't need any when she offered to order something for him just now?
The roles reversed; it was Charlotte's turn to watch him eat. Before she knew it, she became mesmerized by the sight.
It was only after he had cleared all the food that she came back to her senses and remembered that she had serious matters to discuss, "About what happened today..."
"Don't talk about it," Kevin Cliff cut her off, wiping the grease from his lips, putting down the napkin, and looking into her eyes, "at least not tonight."
He knew all too well that once they started discussing the past, they would part on bad terms. He didn't want the beautiful atmosphere to dissipate so quickly, at least not tonight.
Charlotte frowned in confusion. If he was unwilling to listen, she naturally couldn't continue, so she just sat quietly with him.
